In Rome When the Pope Died...
Just got back from my second trip ever to NYC, didn't take NEARLY as many pictures as last time, but made just as many memories...most notable being stabbed in the arm, by Kyle, indirectly mind you, but still ALL his fault. The evening played out a little bit like this:
Kyle, myself, and his friend Kyle went out to this very cool bar where the indie rock was plentiful and they projected old episodes of Degrassi and Aeon Flux on the wall.
About half way through the night Kyle came up to where other Kyle and I were standing and sort of "punched" this little pop art installation thing, accidentally breaking it, lucky for him, his gloves kept him safe. See Here:
He felt bad about it, but not that bad. We shared a laugh, hoped no one saw it and then moved on with our conversation, of course we didn't change where we were standing...that comes back into play riiiiiiiight NOW.
You see if you look at any series of pictures from any night I've hung out with any of my friends, families, or in police line ups I volunteer for sometimes, I'm ALWAYS putting my arms around people, and extending my arm for the "self portrait" shot. See here:
Sexy right? Only problem is we were still standing in front of the broken glass and as I retracted my "rock" arm (aka my LEFT arm) I found out it wasn't as indestructible as I thought as I jammed it into said glass.
See Here:
I can hear all you dissenters now "That's IT!? That's the "STAB" wound I've heard so much about?" Yes it is, and though it's not very big surface area wise, it makes up for it in Depth and this picture was the only one that encapsulated the blood running down my arm, a decent enough look at the gash AND the Band-Aids that Kyle ran out and bought for me immediately following the incident. Thanks to my "buzzed" state the pain was dulled slightly (which was helpful as I vigorously cleaned out the wound) but the sensation that WASN'T dulled was the penetration (I don't know how you girls do it!) for my money nothing feels worse than JAGGED BROKEN GLASS ripping into your soft supple pure as the driven snow skin. I even felt it lingering inside of me for a moment...YEESH it still gives me chills.
A brief re-enactment. See here:
Note the oddly "cross like" shape of my wound. Stigmata for the arm! I think Kyle's face perfectly says "Sorry I stabbed you in the arm with broken glass..." while also saying "...but I'm sure glad it wasn't my arm."
I'm stuck on Band-Aid brand, cause Band-Aid's stuck on me. See here:
It still bleeds, it still hurts and I'm only 98% sure it isn't infected...but I do look like a bad-ass with my little band-aid on my arm, too bad it's too cold to wear short sleeves.
So there you have it, perhaps more on New York will come, but this does it for now, I even made it a whole post without any of those ULTRA gay pictures my friends and I take of ourselves in the mirror before we head out...ok maybe just one. See here:
I love that city and there is still much I can get from it, but ultimately for me it is REALLY too big and a lot of the people are dicks, my heart still belongs to Toronto, Metric System and all.
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so we sat and talked
then we walked and talked but
thought it was the truth
what is your secret?
dragged it on and on
even favorite songs but
your divisions wrong
what is your secret?
i dont care about you anymore
the people got tired
our movies dont play much anymore
the actress was fired
Kyle, myself, and his friend Kyle went out to this very cool bar where the indie rock was plentiful and they projected old episodes of Degrassi and Aeon Flux on the wall.
About half way through the night Kyle came up to where other Kyle and I were standing and sort of "punched" this little pop art installation thing, accidentally breaking it, lucky for him, his gloves kept him safe. See Here:
He felt bad about it, but not that bad. We shared a laugh, hoped no one saw it and then moved on with our conversation, of course we didn't change where we were standing...that comes back into play riiiiiiiight NOW.
You see if you look at any series of pictures from any night I've hung out with any of my friends, families, or in police line ups I volunteer for sometimes, I'm ALWAYS putting my arms around people, and extending my arm for the "self portrait" shot. See here:
Sexy right? Only problem is we were still standing in front of the broken glass and as I retracted my "rock" arm (aka my LEFT arm) I found out it wasn't as indestructible as I thought as I jammed it into said glass.
See Here:
I can hear all you dissenters now "That's IT!? That's the "STAB" wound I've heard so much about?" Yes it is, and though it's not very big surface area wise, it makes up for it in Depth and this picture was the only one that encapsulated the blood running down my arm, a decent enough look at the gash AND the Band-Aids that Kyle ran out and bought for me immediately following the incident. Thanks to my "buzzed" state the pain was dulled slightly (which was helpful as I vigorously cleaned out the wound) but the sensation that WASN'T dulled was the penetration (I don't know how you girls do it!) for my money nothing feels worse than JAGGED BROKEN GLASS ripping into your soft supple pure as the driven snow skin. I even felt it lingering inside of me for a moment...YEESH it still gives me chills.
A brief re-enactment. See here:
Note the oddly "cross like" shape of my wound. Stigmata for the arm! I think Kyle's face perfectly says "Sorry I stabbed you in the arm with broken glass..." while also saying "...but I'm sure glad it wasn't my arm."
I'm stuck on Band-Aid brand, cause Band-Aid's stuck on me. See here:
It still bleeds, it still hurts and I'm only 98% sure it isn't infected...but I do look like a bad-ass with my little band-aid on my arm, too bad it's too cold to wear short sleeves.
So there you have it, perhaps more on New York will come, but this does it for now, I even made it a whole post without any of those ULTRA gay pictures my friends and I take of ourselves in the mirror before we head out...ok maybe just one. See here:
I love that city and there is still much I can get from it, but ultimately for me it is REALLY too big and a lot of the people are dicks, my heart still belongs to Toronto, Metric System and all.
__________________________________________________
so we sat and talked
then we walked and talked but
thought it was the truth
what is your secret?
dragged it on and on
even favorite songs but
your divisions wrong
what is your secret?
i dont care about you anymore
the people got tired
our movies dont play much anymore
the actress was fired